Oh, you old impostor! you hoary old Ananias! I say, Charley, why haven't you picked out some nice girl for yours truly?
One with lauds and beeves, with rents and consols, mark you?
I have no money, 'tis true, but then I don't owe as much as you.

I am a handsomer man than you are.

Look at this chest" (he slaps it), "these limbs; they are manly, sir, manly." "For Heaven's sake, Bayham," cries Mr.Honeyman, white with terror; "if anybody were to come----" "What did I say anon, sir?
that I was manly, ay, manly.

Let any ruffian, save a bailiff, come and meet the doughty arm of Frederick Bayham." "Oh, Lord, Lord, here's somebody coming into the room!" cries Charles, sinking back on the sofa, as the door opens.
"Ha! dost thou come with murderous intent ?" and he now advances in an approved offensive attitude.

"Caitiff, come on, come on!" and he walks off with a tragic laugh, crying, "Ha, ha, ha, 'tis but the slavey!" The slavey has Mr.Frederick's hot water, and a bottle of sodawater on the same tray.